to change again, long before morning! Josh, you must be out of
your senses. It's a perfect outrage!"

"Best I could do," said he, laughing uproariously and patting her
on the back. "Cheer up. You can sleep on my shoulder until we get
to Albany."

"We will go on to New York," said she stiffly, "and leave from
there in the morning."

"Can't do it," said he. "Must change at Albany. You ought to learn
to control your temper over these little inconveniences of life.
I've brought a volume of Emerson's essays along and I'll read to
you if you don't want to sleep."

"I hate to be read aloud to. Joshua, let's go on to New York. Such
a night of horror as you've planned will wear me out."

"I tell you it's impossible. I've done the best thing in the
circumstances. You'll see."

Suddenly she sprang up, looked wildly round. "Where's Selina?" she
gasped.

"Coming to-morrow or next day," replied he. "I sent her to the
camp for some things I forgot."

She sank back and said no more. Again she was tempted to revolt
against such imbecile tyranny; and again, as she debated the
situation, the wisdom, the necessity of submitting became